Pinkerton
Album - 24 agosto 1996 - Debaser id 10669

I'm tired, so tired. I'm tired of having sex. (so tired)
I'm spread, so thin. I don't know who I am. (who I am)

Monday night I'm makin' Jen,
Tuesday night I'm makin' Lyn,
Wednesday night I'm makin' Catherine.
Oh, why can't I be makin' love come true?

(Ohhh!)

I'm beat, beet red, ashamed of what I said. (what I said)
(Oh) I'm sorry, here I go. I know I'm a sinner but I can't say no. (say no)

(Woah) Thursday night I'm makin' Denise,
Friday night I'm makin' Therese,
Saturday night I'm makin' Louise.
Oh, why can't I be makin' love come true?
(What can I do?)

(Oh) Tonight, I'm down on my knees.
Tonight, I'm beggin' you please.
Tonight, tonight it bleeds.
Oh, why can't I be makin' love come true?

(Uh ho)

This is beginning to hurt.
This is beginning to be serious.
It used to be a game, now it's a crying shame,
'Cause you don't wanna play around no more.

(Uh huh)

Sometimes I push too hard.
Sometimes you fall and skin your knee.
I never meant to do, all that I've done to you,
Please, baby say it's not too late.

Getchoo, uh huh.
Getchoo, uh huh.
Getchoo, uh huh.
Getchoo, getchoo, getchoo. Uh huh.

(Uh ho)

You know this is breaking me up. You think that I'm some kind of freak, uh huh.
But if you come back to me, then you will surely see,
That I'm just foolin' around.

Getchoo, uh huh.
Getchoo, uh huh.
Getchoo, uh huh.
Getchoo, getchoo, getchoo.

I can't believe, (I can't believe)
What you've done to me.
What I did to them, (what I did to them)
You've done to me, whoa!

Getchoo, uh huh.
Getchoo, uh huh.
Getchoo, uh huh.
Getchoo, getchoo, getchoo. Uh huh.

This is beginning to hurt. (Uh huh) [x4]

I know I should get next to you.
You got a look that made me think you're cool.
But it's just sexual attraction.
Not something real so I'd better keep whackin'.

Why bother?
It's gonna hurt me.
It's gonna kill when you desert me.
This happened to me twice before; it won't happen to me anymore.

I've known a lotta girls before; what's the harm in knowing one more?
Maybe we could even get together.
Maybe you could break my heart next summer.

Why bother?
It's gonna hurt me.
It's gonna kill when you desert me.
This happened to me twice before; it won't happen to me anymore.

(Yeah!)

It's a crying shame; I'm all alone.
Not with you, nor her, nor anyone.
Won't you knock me on my head.
Crack it open let me outta here.

Why bother?
It's gonna hurt me.
It's gonna kill when you desert me.
This happened to me twice before; it won't happen to me anymore.

(Why bother) Why bother?
(It's gonna hurt me) It's gonna hurt me.
(It's gonna kill me) Why bother?
(You desert me) Gonna hurt me.

(Why bother) Why bother?
(It's gonna hurt me) It's gonna hurt me.

Why bother?
It's gonna hurt me.

You are eighteen year old girl, who live in small city of Japan.
You heard me on the radio about one year ago,
And you wanted to know, all about me, and my hobbies.
My favorite food and my birthday.

Why are you so far away from me?
I need help and you're way across the sea.
I could never touch you; I think it would be wrong, oh.
I've got your letter, you've got my song.

They don't make stationery like this where I'm from so fragile, so refined.
So I sniff, (so I sniff)
And I lick, (and I lick)
Your envelope and fall to little pieces every time.

I wonder what clothes you wear to school.
I wonder how you decorate your room.
I wonder how you touch yourself and curse myself for being across the sea.

Why are you so far away from me?
I need help and you're way across the sea.
I could never touch you; I think it would be wrong, oh.
I've got your letter, you've got my song.

At ten I shaved my head and tried to be a monk.
I thought the older women would like me if I did.
You see mom, I'm a good little boy. (good little boy)
It's all your fault. Momma, it's all your fault. (it's all your fault)

Goddamn, this business is really lame.
I gotta live on an island to find the juice.
So you send, (so you send)
Me your love, (me your love)
From all around the world,
As if I could live off words and dreams and a million screams.
Oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel.

Why are you so far away from me?
Why are you so far away from me?
I could never touch you; I think it would be wrong.
I've got your letter, you've got my song.

(I've got your letter) I've got your letter, you've got my song.

(Yeah, check me.)

When I look in the mirror, I can't believe what I see.
Tell me who's that funky dude, starin' back at me?
Broken, beaten down, can't even get around.
Without an old man cane, I fall and hit the ground.
Shivering in the cold, I'm bitter and alone. (woo!)

Excuse the bitchin', I shouldn't complain.
I should have no feeling, 'cause feeling is pain.
As everything I need, is denied me.
And everything I want, is taken away from me.
But who I got to blame? Nobody but me.

And I don't wanna be an old man anymore.
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor.
Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night; it's time I got back to the good life.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
I wanna go back, yeah!

Screw this crap, I've had it! (I've had it!)
I ain't no Mr. Cool.
I'm a pig, I'm a dog, so 'scuse me if I drool.
I ain't gonna hurt nobody, ain't gonna 'cause a scene.
I just need to admit that I want sugar in my tea.
(Hear me) Hear me? I want sugar in my tea!

And I don't wanna be an old man anymore.
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor.
Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night; it's time I got back to the good life.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
I wanna go back, yeah!

I wanna go back, I wanna go back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
I wanna go back, yeah!

And I don't wanna be an old man anymore.
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor.
Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night; it's time I got back to the good life.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track.
(I wanna go back) I wanna go back.

(El Scorcho, rock n' roll!)

Goddamn, you half-Japanese girls, do it to me every time.
Oh, the redhead said you shred the cello, and I'm jello, baby.
But you won't talk, won't look, won't think of me;
I'm the epitome, of Public Enemy.
Why you wanna go and do me like that?
Come down on the street and dance with me.

I'm a lot like you so please.
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting. (oh)
I think I'd be good for you, and you'd be good for me.

I asked you to go to the Green Day concert; you said you never heard of them.
(How cool is that) How cool is that?
So I went to your room and read your diary.
Watching Grunge leg-drop New Jack through a press table.
And then my heart stopped listening to Cio-Cio San, fall in love all over again. (Oww!)

I'm a lot like you so please.
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting. (oh, what could it be now)
I think I'd be good for you, and you'd be good for me.

How stupid is it?
I can't talk about it. I gotta sing about it.
And make a record of,
(my heart) How stupid is it?
Won't you gimme a minute?
Just come up to me, and say hello to my heart.
How stupid is it?
For all I know you want me too; and maybe you just don't know what to do;
And maybe you're scared to say:
"I'm falling for you."

I wish I could get my head outta the sand, 'cause I think we'd make a good team,
And you would keep my fingernails clean.
But that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize, 'cause I can't even look in your eyes without shakin', and I ain't fakin'.
I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon.

I'm a lot like you so please.
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting. (waiting, oh)
I think I'd be good for you, and you'd be good for me.

(I'm a lot like you) I'm a lot like you.
(I'm a lot like you) I'm waiting, oh.
I think I'd be good for you, and you'd be good for me.

(Woo-ho)

When I'm stable long enough, I start to look around for love.
See a sweet in floral prints, my mind begins the arrangements.
But when I start to feel that pull, turns out I just pulled myself.
She would never go with me, were I the last girl on earth.

I'm dumb, she's a lesbian; I thought I had found the one.
We were good as married in my mind, but married in my mind's no good.
Oh, pink triangle on her sleeve.
Let me know the truth, let me know the truth.

Might have smoked a few in my time, but never thought it was a crime.
Knew the day would surely come, when I'd chill and settle down.
When I think I've found a good old fashioned girl, then she put me in my place.
Everyone's a little queer, why can't she be a little straight?

I'm dumb, she's a lesbian; I thought I had found the one.
We were good as married in my mind, but married in my mind's no good.
Oh, pink triangle on her sleeve.
Let me know the truth, let me know the truth.

I'm dumb, she's a lesbian; I thought I had found the one. (oh)
We were good as married in my mind, but married in my mind's no good.
Oh, pink triangle on her sleeve.
Let me know the truth, let me know the truth.

I'm dumb, she's a lesbian; I thought I had found the one. (oh)
We were good as married in my mind, but married in my mind's no good.
Oh, pink triangle on her sleeve.
Let me know the truth, let me know the truth.

Let me know the truth. [x2]

Yesterday I went outside with my Mama's mason jar,
Caught a lovely butterfly.
When I woke up today, looked in on my fairy pet,
She had withered all away.

No more sighing in her breast.
I'm sorry for what I did; I did what my body told me to -
I didn't mean to do you harm.
Every time I pin down what I think I want it slips away.
There it goes, slips away.

Smell you on my hand for days; I can't wash away your scent,
If I'm a dog then you're a bitch.
I guess you're as real as me; maybe I can live with that,
Maybe I need fantasy.

Life of chasin' butterfly.
I'm sorry for what I did; I did what my body told me to -
I didn't mean to do you harm.
Every time I pin down what I think I want it slips away.
There it goes, slips away.

I told you I would return, when the robin makes his nest,
But I ain't never comin' back.

I'm sorry. [x3]